Stop Stealing My Writing

I'm not kidding When I write about my pain What. You want to steal it from me To make your own profit How sick of you To prey apon the hurting Knowing great art comes from adversity as wounds seeping raw bleeding Next thing I know I'll hear my lines in your song the very thing that you stole from me I'm getting my lines noterized before you take from me again shame on you aren't you already rolling in your millions or has greed gotten ahold of you Remember my true God is watching you and he doesn't give out pardons for Judas who stole from the poor to feed his own needs for GREED.